Grandma smiled lovingly at Ye Qingqing, this kind-hearted girl again.
"Old rules, grandma." Ye Qingqing also smiled, without her needing to say more, grandma quickly blew up. Although her hands were covered with age spots, she could vaguely see how beautiful they used to be.
When she was young, grandma must have a pair of slender hands, and although grandma was old and haggard, dressed very simply, and did not work on the table, she still worked hard to straighten her back, and her gestures were very decent and elegant, and her clothes were clean. There are also obvious creases, meticulous.
It means that grandma must have been well-bred, but her temperament is too soft. Just now, she didn't dare to say hard words to Zhao Dimu's mother. This kind of character is easy to suffer.
"Grandma, in the future there will be guests who want to take advantage of you. Don't be too talkative. If you need to scold you, scold you, otherwise you will make no money!" Ye Qingqing couldn't help saying.
There are many people like Zhaodimu's mother, but she can't keep an eye on her all the time. Grandma has to be hard-hearted, otherwise she will suffer in the future.
Grandma smiled kindly, "I know that most people are good."
The people in the nearby alleys all know the situation of her house, and they usually don't take advantage of her. Sometimes she cares about a dime or two. Be kind to this pretty little girl.
"Then you have to be tough, don't talk too much!"
Ye Qingqing is not used to grandma's bun's character. According to Zhao Dimu's mother, grandma's family should have a son who can't take care of himself. Moreover, the mother and son depend on each other for life. Such a bun, what a hard life!
But Grandma's sauce is really delicious. It looks ordinary, but it tastes different. That's why Grandma's business is not bad.
After the rice cake was fried, Ye Qingqing smeared a layer of sweet noodle sauce and took a bite. "Grandma, your sauce is delicious, did you make it yourself?"
"No, it was made by my son. He cooks deliciously." Grandma said with a smile.
Ye Qingqing was stunned. Could it be that she guessed wrong?
Grandma's son doesn't have a brain problem?
Otherwise, how can a fool cook?
"One day I will go to Grandma's house to taste your food, it must be delicious." Ye Qingqing said deliberately.
"Okay, my home is at No. 56 Qingyu Lane. You can just find Granny Gu, and then let my son cook something delicious for you." Granny happily said the address, and she was thinking about how to thank this kind little girl!
"Okay, I'll definitely go, don't sell it too late, wear a mask when you come out later, it's windy at night!"
Ye Qingqing threw down three dollars as usual, took another egg, and trotted away. Grandma smiled helplessly, and planned to wait for the little girl to come and buy more good food, so that the little girl must be satisfied.
Of course, Ye Qingqing didn't say it empty-handed. When the sky comes down, she will definitely go to her grandma's house. She always feels that there must be a story about grandma, and she can't help but want to explore. If possible, help this poor grandma too!
She didn't know why, she just wanted to help grandma!
Ye Qingqing went to Zhaodi's house, and Zhaodi's mother snorted angrily when she saw her. Ye Qingqing was not afraid of her, so she went directly to Zhaodi's house and put the remaining two hairy eggs in Zhaodi who was reading a book. before.
"Eat it, it's brain-boosting!"
Zhao Di closed the book and said with a smile, "I'm still thinking of going to find you for a while. Your father was demoted. Now he's an ordinary security guard. I'll post the demotion announcement!"